This is story I made for  Shelby1995_MKII for a trade who wanted me to write a story about his OC Shelby owning a party store with a friend who needed his help.

Shelby the StarGraymon belongs to  Shelby1995_MKII
Dracomon belongs to Digimon

Shelby's new business wasn't taking off nor was it bringing in any customers. Feeling like he failed, he was about to close up the shop early until his friend entered. That's when things took a turn.
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Owning a party store is no easy job when it comes to the responsibilities that come with it. Just opened last month, the owner who goes by Shelby, hasn’t been doing so well financially with customers barely coming into his store to purchase his stuff. Shelby is a blue-skinned StarGreymon who’s thirteen feet tall, has orange hair on the back with a helmet covering his head and upper mouth, horns on the sides of his head and on his nose, a chubby build, a long skinny tail with yellow stripes, green eyes, and sharp claws on his hands. Shelby had gotten into a lot of money recently and had decided that it would be a good idea to become a businessman, something that’s barely common around town which was this party shop. It wasn’t as large as any grocery store, more like the same size as a small shop. Shelby made sure that he knew what to sell, like the party supplies for those special occasions from birthdays to weddings. He even bought some expensive air tanks for any parade balloons coming in a couple months. Though he feels like he didn’t make a good investment on it. Shelby sits in his office, checking his computer to see what his credit scores are like, which aren’t looking pretty good the last time he checked. The StarGreymon spends most of his time in his office, just in case someone wants to place an order over the phone. When someone does come into the store, there will be a bell attached to the door that rings.

Speaking of, the bell does ring just seconds later. Shelby stands up from his chair, his tail wagging like a dog as he assumed that a customer just entered his store. He bursts out of the room with joy. “Welcome to my store, how may I help you….” His tone changes once he realizes that rather than a new or returning customer entering his store, it was his friend instead. He’s a short Digimon, about half the height than Shelby’s, with teal skin, a white-colored belly, tattered red velvet wings, sharp silver claws, a rounded snout, red eyes, a thick reptilian tail, and dark red antlers on top of his head. His name is Dracomon, a good friend of Shelby’s.

With a smirk, Dracomon says, “Why the long face? I thought you would be happy to see me.” He said, teasing the guy. He knows well that his store hasn’t been doing well and can see how empty it looks.

Shelby scratches the back of his head in embarrassment. “Sorry, I thought you were a customer. I was really excited to finally sell something today.” He slouches as his tail droops down. “But it is good to see you too.” He’s considering closing the shop in the middle of the day and just going back home, though he still has some hope that someone will come to purchase his things. “So what brings you here?” He asks as he wasn’t really expected to see Dracomon.

The digimon shrugs his shoulders. “Eh, I was just bored. I’m off work today and I just realized that my favorite restaurant is closed temporarily.” He’s talking about that popular pizza joint Shelby and Dracomon would eat at.

“What? Why?” This is the first time Shelby has heard of this. He loved that place, even before he started his business. His favorite pizza pie is the all out with every topping on board, which comes about a thousand calories if it’s a large pizza pie.

“Rumors say that it became bankrupt after losing their investments.” Or that’s what Dracomon was told. He doesn’t know the real reason but he’s disappointed in the news. The news itself does make Shelby dread, thinking if he had made a bad placement on his business. He could have done a pizza joint as well, but he doesn’t know how to cook pizza. Maybe a bakery would have been a better choice but it was the fact that there were already two bakeries that gained the same popularity as the pizza joint that just shutted down. “So….before I tell you why I’m here, how have you been? We haven’t spoken in a few days.”

“Tired.” He bluntly answers. It’s the best he can describe his day. “Do you think I did badly making a business based on part equipment?” He wants Dracomon’s opinion on this.

“Well, I told you that people were delivering their party supplies online, so yeah.” He did warn him about the consequences of making a store for stuff that people can just buy online. “Then again, at least you put it to good use rather than buying useless crap.” He’s talking about a new car when the two could just walk to places.

Shelby sighs, knowing the kind of attitude he has. “Yeah, I guess. So, any reason why you’re here?”

“Oh right!” He snaps his fingers. “Well, you see….” Dracomon didn’t know how to explain it the first time so he takes a moment to think of the right words. “There are these guys who I made a bet with after I told them that I could be larger than them by tomorrow. And knowing that you have something that can help me, would it be alright if you could find a way to make me bigger?”

It’s an odd request coming from his friend, though he can see why. He’s not a magical creature so he doesn’t know any spells that would help increase his height. “I’m not sure if I could help. Not that anything I have here that will help.” Shelby is stumped.

“Oh, but you do. I can see it right there.” Dracomon points his finger right at an aisle, one that’s labeled party balloons. On that shelf are rubbery deflated balloons in bags, strings in all certain colors, and finally a row of air canisters that cost around one hundred dollars a piece. It seems like Dracomon has caught his eye on those air canisters to be exact.

Shelby looks at the canisters with a blank expression, not putting the connecting dots together. Then it hits him like a train as he turns back at Dracomon. “Wait, you’re wanting me to inflate you?” He asks as if that was a real thing he just learned. Being inflated was a common thing going on, well since most of the stuff online has anthros blowing up like balloons. But this is the first time his friend wants it.

Dracomon scratches the back of his head and chuckles lightly. “When you put it like that, yeah.” He knows the risk he’s taking with being inflated, but it is for a good cause in his perspective. “Just one air tank to be exact and I promise you that you won’t regret it.” It’s a fat chance that Shelby won’t. “Besides, it’ll be fun. Way more fun than just sitting around waiting for customers.”

That’s another thing that Shelby is worried about. He doesn’t want any customers to see what they’re doing. He’s afraid of the kind of reputation he’ll bring to the shop. Maybe even mislead people on what the air canisters are made for. He’s not sure what to do exactly. “I don’t know. What if you pop?” Judging by the size of Dracomon, Shelby doubts that he’ll be able to reach any height taller than the StarGreymon.

“Pft!” Dracomon scoffs it off. “Are you kidding me? I can handle enormous sizes!” He gloats. “Now go grab an air canister and a hose for me please.” The digimon demands as if he’s the king.

“Why do I have to get it?” Shelby asks.

“I am a customer. Once I win this bet, I’ll pay you for the air tank in cash.” That is if it works, otherwise he’ll just burn a hundred dollar bill. But if this does go well and he does win this bet, this could be the helping hand he needs.


Shelby ponders his decision, balancing the choices he has. “Alright, I’ll help. Though under one condition. You’ll have to help me advertise my store.” He’ll need someone to help tell people about his party store. The fact that he hasn’t done this before is probably why people barely come to his store.

“Deal.” Dracomon wouldn’t mind helping out his friend. Shelby goes to the shelf with the air tanks and grabs one, along with a rubber hose in a plastic container. He did have an upper-core strength to carry the tank like it was a wooden log, under his armpit. After taking the equipment over to Dracomon, he sets down the air tank and rips open the container to grab the hose to unbundle it and connect it to an opening close to the valve. Dracomon smiles as he watches his friend set up the air canister. Once he’s done, the digimon turns his body around and wags his tail side to side. “Put the other end on the tip of my tail.” He instructs.

The StarGraymon didn’t know if that would work. Usually the mouth is a common place to inflate an anthro, but a tail sounds exotic. Though since he trusts Dracomon, that’s where he’ll put it. He attaches the end of the hose onto his friend’s tail, pushing it down tight so it wouldn’t pop off. “There, should be good to go.” Shelby won’t lie, he’s intrigued to see how big Dracomon can get. Especially with their extreme height difference. Maybe the small guy can surpass him easily. “So, any questions or concerns before I start?” Shelby asks just before he can twist the valve.

Dracomon shakes his head. “Not that I find problematic. I’m ready to get big!” Eager to say, the digimon gives him a thumbs up before Shelby grips onto the valve and twists it like a faucet to a garden hose. They hear the air hissing and a couple of squeezes coming from the valve itself. The digimon groans a little as he can feel the air flowing from inside his tail before moving onto his body. Though rather than like a body growth for Dracomon, it’s his entire tail that balloons up first. It elongates and puffs up like a pooltoy, something that makes Dracomon giggle to himself. “Heh, well I knew that was going to happen.” In truth, he didn’t. But it’s a welcoming surprise he’ll let in. As his tail enlarges with air, he finds it more difficult to wag on his own, stiffening out as it stretches his skin like a beachball. About the size of the air canister itself, his tail became the center of attention for a few seconds before the digimon began to feel, in his own words, bloated.

Shelby pokes his tail gently. It didn’t feel too tight which meant that it still has more room to grow. But he takes a look at the small friend himself and can see the guy paying more attention towards his gut. That’s when he notices it expanding outwards, like he was getting fat or maybe more than that. But the way it rounds out made it look like he swallowed an entire basketball. “Oh my, don’t you look cute with that belly.” He likes to tease Dracomon since the digimon teases him back.

Dracomon blushes as he takes it as a compliment. It’s not the fact he’s trying to flirt with him, but the fact that he can finally see how happy Shelby is. At least he’s helping him forget his failure of his business. “Well, I do look pretty big, but not big enough. Put that tank on max for me.” He wants to get large quickly.

Shelby shrugs his shoulders as he doesn’t see a problem with that. “Sure, why not?” He goes over to the tank and twists the valve more, twisting it until he reaches the end. Though because he doesn’t know his own strength, he accidentally snaps the tank’s valve. “Gah!” In horror, he looks at the broken valve in his hand and at the air canister that keeps producing air into Dracomon’s body. “Ummm, I think we should stop and get a new can.” He suggests.

The inflating digimon looks at Shelby who’s worried about his mistake. He then looks at the broken air tank and smirks. “Nah, we should be fine.” He shook it off like it’s nothing. With his belly getting rounder, about the exact size of a yoga ball, the rest of his body feels numb to him. That’s when his entire body inflates, from his butt, thighs, sides, and more onto his belly. He spreads his legs far apart to give more breathing room for his thighs to swell. He then rubs the sides of his belly as he can’t see the ground nor his legs anymore. His butt makes Shelby blush once he sees it balloon out. “Oh this is what I needed! I’m gonna be a blimp at the end!” That’s what he’s hoping for. As his body gets wider, he also gets taller too. From his average height to about a couple feet tall, Dracomon laughs with excitement. “Yes! Oh yeah!” He cheers.

The air canister still keeps going, unsure if it made it halfway yet. Dracomon’s torso rounds into a spherical shape, even his lower back and butt forms into a smooth surface with his sides to help make it equal to itself. His arms rest on his sides now that he can’t reach the front of his belly anymore. Though as he does get larger each second, Shelby takes a moment to understand that if the swelling isn’t stopping soon, there’s going to be a lot more damage than just the broken valve. “You know, I think we should have done this outside.” Shelby is concerned.

“Oh it’ll be fine.” Dracomon gaslights. He knows that he can get a lot huger than this. In his head though, let’s say that he wants to help change his friend’s life around. He waddled carefully as he lost his leg movement when his legs blimped up into giant pool floats, slowly reaching to the entrance of the store just to block the doorway in front of him with his huge butt.

“Ummm….what are you doing?” Shelby can’t see a way past him, worse as he keeps growing.

“Just making sure you aren’t ditching me.” Dracomon explains with his belly widening the room. His body keeps quickly expanding, shrinking what once was a large room with a couple of aisles full of party items. There is no other exit in the room which wasn’t good for Shelby and with the valve broken, he can’t turn off the tank. Not to mention that when he yanks on the rubber hose, it doesn’t pop off of Dracomon’s tail. He must have done a great job keeping it tightly secured.

This is the moment that Shleby panics once he realizes what Dracomon’s plan is. What if this wasn’t because of a bet, or more of a way to prank him? Could that be it? He does doubt but he'd like to think more on how he would get out, or at least try to save his store. Unfortunately, that was too late once the front of his belly reached towards his shelves. Shelby didn’t put the pieces together to understand how strong Dracomon’s swelling is. The front shelves are pushed by his belly, tipping forwards until they fall onto the next row of shelves, those too tipping over onto the next like dominos. “Dracomon, stop! Your body is ruining my store!” He tries to talk his friend out of this.

All Dracomon does is just laugh. “Nonsense! I’m just helping you out, that’s all!” As if wrecking the store is called helping. His sides touch the walls and his head barely touches the ceiling. His flat chest had swollen up to the same size as his belly, forming a more rounder shape onto his torso. His legs had not only widened, but also shrank with his feet, bloated like water balloons, just wiggling around. They weren’t even touching the ground anymore. His arms are forced in a t-pose style once the air fills them up as well, with his hands bloated too. Even his fingers looked like fat sausages. His neck looks too wide to even resemble a normal neck. He couldn’t even fit a shirt through the neck hole. His face becomes bloated with his cheeks swelling up into the sizes of baseballs. Shelby backs himself into a wall, considering if he should run towards his office. It’s the only place that he felt safe at. But the problem is that it’s blocked by a fallen shelf that looks extremely heavy.

Shelby whimpers as he has no other choice but to try to lift the shelf up. He didn’t have any trouble with the air tank so he might have some luck. “Please, Dracomon! Just stop growing!” He begs as if his life depends on it. He uses both hands to lift up the shelf, though it wouldn’t budge one bit. “Dang!” He drops the shelf down, going back to the middle of the store with the most space. In front of him, he can see the digimon’s inflating belly pushing back the shelves like they were made out of cardboard and the sounds of glass breaking from behind the blimp. He should have just jumped out of one of the windows at the front, but that would have been too risky. Nowhere to go, Shelby is cornered as his belly gets closer and closer.

“Don’t fight it! Just embrace it!” Dracomon says, trying to either ease or control him. As the seconds pass by, his belly looms over the StarGraymon. Shelby never would have thought that the once small digimon could now have a belly that’s taller than him. With his back pressed against the wall, he’s forced to press his hands against his gut, sinking in deeply like dough. Then the rest of his body is sandwiched between the hard concrete wall and the swelling gut. His vision becomes dark as his eyes are stuck onto the scaly belly.

“Mmmfh!” Shelby muffles, now fully trapped and immobile to escape. Though that didn’t stop Dracomon from expanding.

From outside of the store, the walls tremble harshly and the roof moves upward like popcorn in a bag. The people who were just enjoying their day notice the shattered windows and doors in which they were replaced by a strange teal-colored shape. Most are oddly satisfied by what they think is about to happen as the others do run in fear from what is really going to happen. The roof pops right off from the top as the roof tiles rain down on the surrounding area. The walls crack and shatter like a baby chick hatching from an egg. “It’s gonna explode!” Someone shouts with dread, backing up far away from the party store. Then suddenly, the entire store erupts into pieces. Concrete flying all around, but luckily it didn’t hurt anyone. Though what was replaced was a giant inflated digimon, the size of a parade balloon who was wobbling side to side, his inflated back side facing the crowd.

The canister finally runs out of air, unfortunately at the wrong time. Dracomon would like to stand up but he can’t as his legs still can’t touch the ground. “Ahhhh, there we go. It was getting crowded there.” He can see the beautiful view of the fields just in front of him with the height of an entire two story house. “Oh and by the way, I definitely won the bet, Shelby!” As for Shelby, he’s plastered onto his belly like a poster on a wall. All of the air that was inside of him escaped and deflated the poor guy. He still groans and muffles but they’re much weaker. He does regret listening to Dracomon about this idea and going along with it. Now without his store, he has nothing. Unless…..maybe he could advertise something else. Maybe Dracomon’s blimpy body could be useful, per say, to pay to climb the giant digimon.